The King Who Would Not Kneel

An epic symphonic power metal ballad that blends medieval metal atmosphere with orchestral grandeur and stirring choral arrangements. Driven by powerful baritone vocals with operatic intensity, it tells the story of a fallen king Ottokar II of Bohemia on the fateful Marchfeld plain — a tale of glory, betrayal, and the inevitable fall of empires. It is a sweeping, emotional anthem where history becomes legend and the echoes of kings still thunder across the battlefield. ------ Lyrics: Dawn ignites the eastern sky, Steel-clad riders thunder by, A crown of gold, a heart of fire, King of dreams and lost desire. Banners rise above the plain, Echoes of a proud domain, Allied blades and traitors near, Dark omens whisper what we fear. On the Marchfeld plain, where legends bleed, The iron king rides to fate decreed. Glory and sorrow, entwined in the dust, Empires will crumble, as all kingdoms must. Steel in his veins, gold in his name, Falling in battle, consumed by the flame. The end of an era, the night growing cold, His story remembered, his legend retold. Cities built on stone and will, Rivers flowing, silent, still, All he forged with iron hand, Scattered now across the land. Falcon eyes that sought the stars, Now are closed by battle scars, Yet in the silence, thunder rings, the final breath of fallen kings. On the Marchfeld plain, where legends bleed, The iron king rides to fate decreed. Glory and sorrow, entwined in the dust, Empires will crumble, as all kingdoms must. Steel in his veins, gold in his name, Falling in battle, consumed by the flame. The end of an era, the night growing cold, His story remembered, his legend retold. Raise your glass in the halls of stone, Sing of the king who died alone. His dreams live on in every song, In hearts of those who still stay strong. On the Marchfeld plain, where legends bleed, The iron king rides to fate decreed. Glory and sorrow, entwined in the dust, Empires will crumble, as all kingdoms must.